Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 219: General Maximilian Veers

On the high table, the middle-aged man in a black uniform looked down at the cadets seated below. Four golden stars gleamed on each epaulette, while a flaming red heart was displayed on the collar tabs. He was clean-shaven, with a sharp jawline, pale skin flushed with a faint redness, and long, reddish-white hair flowing behind his neck. A powerful aura seemed to radiate from him, pressing upon all around.

"Fire Dragon," Eleanor whispered under her breath.

Two protectors stood to his right and three officials to his left. His piercing gaze swept across the entire dining hall, and for a moment it seemed as though everyone forgot how to breathe.

Then the man spoke. His voice boomed and echoed through the hall. "I am General Maximilian Veers, commanding officer of the Academy’s security force. I will be overseeing your discipline this term. I am also the officer in charge of this dining hall. We shall be seeing one another a lot."

He paused before continuing. "On my right stand Colonel Richard Sharpe and Colonel Rudolph George. They will be in direct contact with you. Their temporary office will be located on the ground floor of your dormitory, and you may reach them at any time."

Turning his head slightly, he gestured to the three officials in white robes. "On my left are Dr. Simin Meydani, Dr. Manuel Villacorta, and Dr. Alan Aragon. They are responsible for providing your meals throughout the term. Their offices are adjacent to the kitchen here, accessible from outside. Any requests or complaints regarding food are to be directed to them."

The hundred or so cadets studied the newly introduced officials in silence, trying to imprint their faces in memory. After a measured pause, General Veers resumed, his voice carrying effortlessly to the farthest corners of the hall... resonant, controlled, the voice of a man forged in command.

"Cadets," he said, "this hall is more than a place to eat. It is a place of order, of dignity, of representation. Here you do not dine as individuals, but as cadets... as representatives of your race, and as members of this Academy."

not rush. You need not fear missing any dish; in this Academy, food is provided in exact proportion to the number of cadets at each table. Should you encounter any shortage, raise your hand and a server will attend to you at once. You will have thirty minutes for each of the three main meals, and ten

his gloved hand, a projection shimmered into being above his head. A pair of stewards stepped

use them in sequence, beginning from the outside and working inward as courses are served. A

harsh; it was the voice of a

table... never shouting across the hall. If you wish to address someone at a distance, you will wait until after the meal. You will not leave your seat without permission. When addressed by a

weight before concluding, with a curt nod, "I will be observing you from here. So, cadets... behave. Whether you are rewarded or punished depends entirely on you. Dr. Simin

Maximilian Veers lowered himself onto the central chair at the high table. Dr.

entered in silence, bearing bowls and trays heaped with food. They placed the dishes at the centre of each table and withdrew, only to return moments later with more. Within minutes the tables were laden with a vast array of dishes, the servers departing as quietly as

Lord Yggdrasil, root and crown of Midgard, whose branches shield us from harm and whose roots bind us to peace. Through His strength we endure, through His shelter we prosper, and through His wisdom we glimpse a brighter tomorrow. With gratitude in our hearts and discipline in our

the officials at the high table began their meal in

hushed voices and the delicate clink of cutlery. The food was exquisite... worthy of surpassing even the most decorated Michelin-starred chefs... and the cadets, despite their restraint, ate

speaking loudly at the table. Cadet 635... minus ten points for using hands instead of utensils. Cadet 615... minus five points for shouting

as a blade. The hall fell into immediate silence. Only the faint scraping of cutlery remained... and even that

General spoke again. "Those who obeyed the instructions and incurred no punishment will be awarded ten points. Remember this lesson well. I will return to this hall whenever I choose, and on those occasions the penalties will be

end of dinner. The five officials